On a misbegotten, moonless nightI stumbled in my doorDisgusted with my circumstanceSoaked to every poreWhen floating from my bedroomCame a moaning and a sigh"Oh, I've had one too manyIt's just the wind," says I

I lit up a cigaretteAnd I poured a good, stiff drinkYou see, I needed to compose myselfI needed time to thinkNo sooner had I settled downThe moaning came againDrifting through the silenceLike some otherworldly violin

I bounded up the staircaseI went slippin' and slidin' down the hallYou know, I've been around the whole, wide worldBut I was not prepared at allUninvited visitor, unsuspecting host"Well, I see you've made yourself at home.Good evening, Miss Ghost."

You're more beautiful than everI feel just like a kidAnd I commence to tremblingWhen I think of all the things we didSkin as pale as marble; lips as red as bloodImagine my surprise, my dearI thought that you were gone for good

You look so lovely lying thereAll stretched out on your backBut I'm the one who's strung up hereOn old temptation's rusty rackAnd in the wee small hoursIs when I miss you the mostAnd I confess it, I have missed youMiss Ghost

I threw open the windowAnd I howled at the rainAnd I cursed the weakness of the fleshThis breath and bone, and this brute, reptilian brain

What dirty tricks the mind can playIn the lonely dead of nightWhen you bump into the shadowOf a faded love that wasn't right

Way down beneath the surfaceFar beyond the light of daySo many things lie buried deepAnd baby, they should stay that way

And even though you've come for meI won't go back with youTo some temporary heavenDown some empty, dead-end avenueBut it's been so good to have you hereAnd I propose a toast"Here's to seeing through you,Miss Ghost."